Father, Son & Holy Ghost Lyrics - Night Castle - Trans Siberian Orchestra

You were the dream that survived 

Lost in the darkness of eternity 

You were the hope kept alive 

Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see 

You had a beauty denied 

You were the moment 

But here in this night 

Where your dream carries on 

Never quite there but it's never quite gone 

You are the star that is wished upon 

Forever 

You were the one that believed 

Long past when belief was a memory 

The child time would never concede 

Faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be 

You had a beauty denied 

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A glittering moment 

But here in this night 

Where your dream carries on 

Never quite there but it's never quite gone 

You are the star that is wished upon 

Forever 

We thought evil dead 

Killed by our own sword 

But evil is patient 

'Til the future grows bored 

Do you believe in night 

Does it hold you close 

When you're at your last card 

Pray hard, Father, Son & Holy Ghost 

Still the night rolls on 

Brings you to your knees 

When you look back that far 

Each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed 

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The night it keeps burning 

While twisting and turning 

Its way to tomorrow 

Its joys and its sorrows 

Our secrets beneath her 

We drive each stake deeper 

Then offer to barter 

But each deal is harder 

The cloaks we keep changing 

While gliding through weddings 

Of nights to their morning 

Of dreams to their dawning 

While reaching for moments 

The world has forbidden 

The kindness inside them 

So carefully hidden 

The pages keep turning 

But no-one is learning 

They feed them to pyres 

To stoke up their fires 

Of ignorance, apathy 

Forbidding charity 

The flames they grow higher 

Could such be desired 

And Christ and Confucius 

Are all their words useless 

We quote them in fractions 

But not in our actions 

Aurelius, and Hugo 

Auden and Gibran 

The words they have written 

Seem so quickly gone 

For somewhere there's dirt 

That was once reddish mud 

From soaking up liquid 

That was a man's blood 

But both earth and god 

They have deemed to forgive 

So each year in the spring 

New flowers do live 

And of all the authors 

Your favorite was Wilde 

With each timeless story 

All penned with such style 

Of fairytale kingdoms 

Where ogres save children 

And no gardens have walls 

So all children might use them 

And since that's the ending 

You valued the most 

You cling to that card 

Father, Son & Holy Ghost 

Father, Son & Holy Ghost 

Father, Son & Holy Ghost 

Father, Son & Holy Ghost 

Father, Son & Holy... 

But here in this night 

Where your dream carries on 

Never quite there but it's never quite gone 

You are the star that is wished upon 

Forever